This is a tale explaining the manner in which
My way of life was rotated along a Y axis until it reached a position roughly 180 degrees from that which it started
If I could have 60 seconds of your time, simply place your posterior in the selected location
And I will relate to you the details of how I was made the male monarch of the district of the City of Los Angeles, California commonly referred to as Bel-Air (coordinates 34.08333 -118.44778)

In the western region of the "City of Brotherly Love" known as Philadelphia my mother expelled me from her womb and indeed that is also where I spent my childhood in my mother's care
The majority of my time was spent in a recreational area containing such diversions as a jungle gym, swing set, sand box, etc.
I was typically at the height of leisure while frequently at a temperature slightly below what might be considered standard room temperature
Outside of my educational institution I was engaging in a game of basketball with some of my friends
When a couple of gentlemen who seemed to be of the disposition to cause a great deal of mischief
Began causing a great deal of chaos and disharmony in the area in which I lived
I was involved in one rather small bout of fisticuffs after which my mother became concerned for my general safety and well-being
And she informed me that I would be moving in with her sister and her sister's husband in the previously mentioned community of Bel-Air

I implored my mother to relent approximately 24-48 hours ago
Yet she gathered my belongings in a somewhat flat, rectangular shaped piece of luggage and expelled me from her presence
She placed her lips upon my cheek in an affectionate manner and handed me a pre-purchased pass for public transportation
I placed the headphones for my personal music system into my ears and verbalized the idea that I may as well impact this situation with my foot

Traveling in the highest available level of comfort, this is indeed an unfortunate situation (although I make this statement with some irony)
Consuming the juices obtained by the squeezing of the fruit of a Citrus sinensis from a piece of glass stemware commonly reserved for the sipping of sparkling wine originating from the Champagne region of France
I pause to wonder if this is indeed how the residents of the admittedly upper-class neighborhood of Bel-Air commonly live
Indeed I find this situation may be rather to my enjoyment